I dreamt that I was in my childhood home with friends from my current life, and a maniacal, black bear came walking out of the woods (on two legs), and was obviously desperate for food. I told the people with me to shut the doors; I think they thought we could observe him from our back porch without fear, but I knew he meant business. We went to the top floor of my childhood home (there wasn’t a top floor in real life), where there were only windows, and we could watch as the beast careened from spot to spot, looking for something it could take down. I realized it was going to take down one of the animals, and I was struck with grief and helplessness. It decided to go after a cow tied to a tree–easy target–and I turned away to avoid seeing any crimson or pain.